My Special Place
Thursday was a particularly warm March day for New England.
Feeling fed up with winter, I decided to go to my special place to enjoy the morning sun for awhile.
It was high tide when I arrived… it had risen higher than usual with the full moon.
The saturation of color all around me was intense and beautiful.
The sky was as clear and blue as it could possibly be.
The loud winter wind was blowing wind chimes around on a porch nearby.
A strong wind caused ocean ripples and waves that gently broke at the water’s edge.
Trees across the bay are still bare, a reminder that winter isn’t over yet.
I walked along the shore until the cold air forced me to retreat.
It was a perfect day to bear witness to the beauty of Divine creativity.
My special place is where
ideas are born
plans are made
fate is decided
I’m glad to be alive